[verse 1] Yo, I ain´t got no reason to trick or spend
Mami, I´m the reason the chicks begin cheesein´ and snickerin´ Playa like me? every season these chicks have been Talkin´ how I came through the P´s in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck ´em in I be´s in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I don´t care if a skeezer is thick or thin It´s gon´ look like she havin´ a seizure I stick it in Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?" After I nut, that´s when amnesia be kickin´ in Most broads I done met, ain´t see a guy Who spend a G on Gucci T´s, five for sweats
I´m what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J´s You thinking (?) I´m talkin´ private jets, uh
[Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma´ be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma´ be easy (Put down that cheese) Gotta have a broad wantin´ and let me hold somethin´ - ma´ be easy (You get nothin´ from me) You get NOTHING!
[Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female
And if you ask where I live they gon´ give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I´m gon´ push it unless it´s a v-12 From S´s to CL´s, I request is detail In the head rests his t.v´s dwell They heard how many albums I presses for retail And they can´t get a dime unless it´s a weed sale And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills Getting Cris´ re-fills, my wrist be chilled And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal Still dames have been giving me slow neck And I don´t even know what they real names have been I feel ashamed to spend, ´cause when it comes to knockin´ ´em down
I´m right behind Wilt Chamberlin
[chorus]
Ma you musta had too many weed totes ´Cause I ain´t givin´ you any weed totes I´m all about floatin´ on them new skinny speed boats Hundred and something wit two skinny deep throats Winter hit, I´m in a new finny ski coats See the screens? ain´t gotta use any remotes No more shoppin´ sprees I´m rough wit the ends Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin´ they shins I deal wit nothing but tens I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends Chickens get keys, scuffing the Benz Cause they wanna lock me down like I´m Puff in the pens
Snatch any chink blond who feel my link long view (One try) I ain´t trying to put clinks on you Hope tricking ain´t one of the things you think John do Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami